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RAPE of the BELGIANS 

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T'-. EEINCAENATION OF ROMULUS 
AFTER 2.500 YEARS 
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NEW WAR SONGS 
OTHER POEMS 

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Table of Contents 
The RAPE of the BELGIANS 

AUTHOR'S PREFACE 7 

PREFACEi 11 

HISTORY, the Kaiser's Excuse 15 

THE RAPE OF THE BELGIANS 21 



NEW WAR SONGS 

AND 

OTHER POEMS 

INARCHING ON TO BERLIN 37 

WHEN UNCLE SAM GOES CALLING ON THE 

KAISER 41 

A MOTHER'S PRAYER 46 

ODE TO "IVEE UNDT GOTT" 48 

I'M DER KAISER 49 



THE BUENING OF LOUVAIN 

MEN WANTED— MEN! 

WELCOME HOME 

OREGON AT THE FRONT. . . . 

SONS OF.OUS FLAG 

YOUE STATS AN: 



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THE RAPE OF THE BELGIANS 



The Retiicarna tk«B of Rosmil'ais After Two- 
Thousand Five-Hius^.dre'd Years. 



AUTHOR"S PREFACE 



Those who are easily shocked by plain 
facts plainly told axe advised not to read 
this work, since, in order to bring home the 
enormity of the awful crimes of the Huns, 
the use of flowery language has been en- 
tirely dispensed with, the absolute nudity 
of the facts beirg deemed necessary to the 
:proper arraignment of these unscrupulous 

Page Se^ ■ 1 



offenders, who have thrown to the four v/inds 
all laws of nations, humanity and morality. 

Tho the language employed is stripped 
of all elegance, it but emphasizes the pau- 
city of the English language of words fit 
to describe these horrors, the like of which 
have never been known since the world 
began. 

I have no apology to make for the use 
of many expressions that are not ordinarily 
permissabie in polite society and only regret 
that I am unable to find v/ords to express 
even a fraction of the unutterable horrors 1 
am attempting to describe. 

The langua,ge I have employed is bold — 
some will no djubt say shocking — but this 
world has reached a stage wliere shocks are 
of such comm^on occurrence that something 
far out of the ordinary is needed to rouse 
it to a full realisation of the true mieaning of 

Page Eight 



the deliberately planned campaign of 
frightfiilness which is a part of the Prus- 
sian plans for v/orld domination, and which 
must be repressed with a determ*] nation and 
sternness that has no time for respect of the 
conventionalities. 

If there is anything in the theory of re-- 
incarnation it will not require any great 
stretch of im.agination on the part of the 
reader who is acquainted with Roman his- 
tory and the history of the Hohenzollern 
family, to unite the links in the chain and 
see for himself that these deductions are 
net entirely without foundation. 

If I have been able thru 'The Rape of 
the Belgians" to create in the mind of a 
single reader a more thoro appreciation of 
the real horror of the awful atrocities to 
which the poor Belgians, and many of the 



Page Nine 



French as well, have been subjected by these 
reincarnated decendenta of the bastard 

spawn of a she-wolf and a heathen god, I 
shall feel that I have done my country and 
the world at large a distinct service, and if 
this story but serves to inspire a single sol* 
c' iT to gre2-ier acts cf valoT in defense of 
h .nianity, I am more than re^'viirded, and 
sl-all perhaps not feel so keenly the fact 
that I am so far past the military age that 
I may not personally take part in meting^ 
out the justice these fiends so richly de- 
serve. 

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Page Ten 



PREFACE TO 
THE RAPE OF THE BELGIAN P^IARTYRS 

The ReiHB.cariiati0n of RomoMs After Two-T!ioosand 
FiYe-Headred Years 



The author, has endeavored to draw a compari- 
:Son between the rape of the Sabines . in the middle 
ages, 750 years before Christ, and the present day 
performances of the unspeakable Huns in their 
treatment of the non-combatants who have been un- 
fortunate enough to be caught in their drivSj and 
particularly the wom.£n and children of Martyred 
Belg-ium. 

Paee Eleven 



THE -RAPE OF THE BELGIANS 

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The comparison, it is needless to say, is not fa- 
vorable to the Huns. 

"The Sabine women were raped, 'tis true,'* but 
they were afterward made the lawful wives of their 
captors and not only shown every consideration but 
were actually given a share in their husbands' prop- 
erty, and later on were the means of uniting the two 
nations. 

On the other hand, the Huns have forcibly de- 
bauched even the very young girls of France and 
Belgium, while women found with child have been 
ripped up lest they bear sons innocent of Prussian 
biood, while their equally innocent children liave 
been cruelly murdered or maimed. 

As compared with the acts of the Romans under 
King Romulus, the Prussians under Kaiser Willhelm 
stand about on a par with the lowest savages ever 
known compared with the people of our own time and 
coantry. 

Page Twelve 



OR THE REINCARNATION OF ROMULUS 

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For the information of those of his readers who 
have not read the history of the founding of Rome^ 
he has given a short synopsis of the story, as found 
in books one and two of Titus Livius' History of 
Rome, Spillan's translation from the original text. 

The closing lines of the verse indicate the infer- 
ence as to what will happen to the world should the 
Kaiser be permitted to conclude peace on any terms 
short of unconditional surrender, and the sentence 
passed by the prophet of old — ''his seed shall utterly 
die " with a suggestion as to the most appropriate 
way of putting it into effect. 



Page Thirteea 



HISTORY— THE KAISER'S EXCUSE 



Approximately 750 j^ears befoi'e Christ Some 
was founded. 

In reading the history of arcient Rome we find 
that Romuros and Remus, twin-sons of the vestal 
virgin Ehea, whom she declared had been sired by 
Mars, either because she really believed it to be so, 
or en the theory that a god was a more creditable 
author of her offense than man, were thrown, by 
command of Xing Amulius, their uncle, into the cnr- 
rent of the Tiber River. 

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OR THE REINCARNATION OF ROMULUS 

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Ovving to the fact the water was high at the 
time, but rapidb^ subsided, the children, vv^ho had 
been placed in a kind of trough, were left by the fall- 
ing waters safely on dry ground. 

A shepherd chancing that way,: found them being 
licked by a she-wolf, while they in turn, are said to 
have been dra\^dng nourishment from her dugs. 

In course of time, having arrived at man's es- 
tate, they decided to build a city on the spot where 
they had been found, having by this time a consid- 
erable follov/ing among the shepherds who inhabi- 
ted that portion of the country, but quarreled among 
themselves, and Remlus was killed. 

The city soon grew to considerable size, thro be- 
ing augmented by many who fled from neighboring 
states, both bond and free. 

There were not hov/ever, many women among 
them, so that altho the Roman state was now be- 
come a niiatch for any of the neighboring nations in 

Pas:© Fifteen. 



THE RAPE OF THE BELGIANS 

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war, yet because of the paucity of women, they had 
no hope of issue and greatness could last but for one 
age of man. 

Romulus sent ambassadors to various neigh- 
boring states soliciting the privilege of intermarri- 
age for his subjects, but these did not obtain a fav- 
orable hearing, their advances being in most cases 
repulsed with open scorn. The youth of Rome bit- 
terly resented this untoward conduct on the part of 
their neighbors, and indications pointed unquestion- 
ably to violence. 

Romulus, favoring this, hid his resentment, and 
prepared great sports and games, proclaiming the 
spectacle among the neighboring states who came in 
great numbers to see it. 

The Sabines, also came with their wives and 
children, and after being shown the city and its for- 
tifications, at the extent of which they were aston- 

Page Sixteen 



\€R THE REINCARNATION OF ROMULUS 

i;i}}illlllillliIltlllllltHlt[llttlll!ttlil[lil!!Hll!ltll!lillttiillllltltlHH^ 

hed, were hospitably invited to the different hous- 
, and when they were busily occupied in watchinj^ 
ti^e games a tum,'ult was started, and the young worn- 
ei were seized by the Romans, and carried off to 
their homes, where they were compelled to submit 
to the embraces of their captors, tho they were after- 
wards pacified and joined in lawful marriage. 

Several small wars were afterwards started bj'' 
the neighboring states to avenge the indignity that 
had b^en put upon them, but as the states each ac- 
ted separately and at different times, the Romians 
easily vanquished them. 

The last state to act was the Sabines, who were 
by far the m.ost formidable, and for a time, were suc- 
cessful, but the Sabine women, from the outrage on 
whorrij the war originated, thru themselves between 
the combatants imploring their fathers on one side, 
their husbands on the other, ''that as fathers-in-law 
^nd sons-in-law they would not contanvnate eacli 

Page Seventeen 



THE RAPE OF THE BELGIANS 
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other with impious blood, nor stain their offspring-; 
with parricide, the one their g-rand-children, the oth- 
er their children. If you are dissatisfied with the 
affinity between- you, if with our marriages, turn 
your reseiitTrient against u?, \v-e are the caase of war, 
v/e of v/ou nds and of bloodshed to our husbands and 
parents, it w^ere better that we perish than li^e- 
widowed or fatherless without one or other of you.''^' 

A peace was arranged and one state formed out 
of the two, thus adding to the strength and power 
of Rome. 

The writer has endeavored to draw a compari- 
son between the rape of the Sabines in the early his- 
tory of Rome and the raping and torturing of Bel- 
gium and French women and children by the Ger- 
mans. 

The comparison is not favorable to present day 
civilization and shovv^s Romulus, king of a laorde of 

Pasre Eig-hteen 




he: e. e I n c a e n a t 1 n of e o :-i u la: ^ 

, Aiiillllililll^^^^^^^^ ; 

ijondescript- refugees from justice, slaves and robber 
fca^d^, w^o were the real fcurders of Roni^e, as a 
highly civilised monarch, wlhen the rape of the Sa- 
bines and succeeding- events, are compared with the 
atrocities and indignities which have been heaped 
iipcji the woollen and children of the territory they 
have overrun hy the unspeakable Huns. 

While the language employed is not only plain, 
hut decidedly strong, it but emphasises the paucity 
of the English language and its utter inability to 
:adegi2at£ly express the sentiments of civilized peo- 
■ples with regard to inhiin-:nn cruelties these martyrs 
have been compelled to endure. 

An abject apology is due the Shade of Romulus 
for the comparison and inference that Kaiser Wil- 
lie'm is a reincarnation of his spirit. 



Fac;e Nineteen 



THE RAPE OF THE BELGIANS 

The Reincarnation of Romulus After Two-Thou- 
sand Five-Hundred Years. 

PRELUDE 



Now Wilhelm was neighbor to Albert; 
Each ruled his own country — at peace 
With the world and peoples around them 
And Germany's "Kultur"' increased. 
Her colonies world o'er were thriving: 
Her ships o'er the seven seas sailed; 
Her fact'ri^s sold goods thru the whole earth; 



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THE RAPE OF TE 
1i!!illil3!i!H]I!l!l!!l!iilSlIinnill!l(nili!!!!Ci]Ii^^ 

Art, literature business, lo7e, 

Had spread wide the fame of her people; 

■She had grown to a great Vv'orld poYv^'r ; 

Nor d:d world or Albert suspect her > 

>Vhile o'er Belgium her fact'ries spread: 
With design, deep — foul as Iscariot's — 
.Thus four. dati oris for great giiBs she placed; 
CommaDdi^jg positions strengthened, 
IJrider white flag of business — peace. "■• 

■ Romijins gained his end by deceit ; 

If^nd deceit enabled the H'lin ' ' 

To perfect his plans for rape of world ; 

Would out" rape the rape of Sabines. 

A system^ of spies he created 
While outward at peace with the world, 
Commissioned to warlike sabotage • 
Yet long before war was declared. 

The Belgians, a peace loYii:g nation, 



OR THE REINCARNATION OF ROMULUS 
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Like a child in it's mother's arrn^. 

Suspected no wrong of their neighbor — 

Thot his interests also their own. 

The king and his court were rejoicing — 

The peC'ple, with laughter and song 

Recounted the year's many blessings, 

Tho the 5^ear was yet far from gone. 

A bountiful harvest in sight — 

Their storehouses full — running over — 

Mills and factories all running full time — 

All classes contented with life. 

THE RE-INCARNATION 

Until Romulus, ancient Roman, 
Whose spirit for two-thousand years 
Released from, a m-.umtmified body 
Had sought thru the earth all in vain 

For a human, with bestial nature, 

Pa ore Tweatv Three- 



THE RAPE OF THE BELGIANS 

IfHIHitttttlltltttllllliillliHIIII^ 

Egotistical, self supreme — 

One sired by wolf-hour.d, hungry and gaunt ; 

Damm'ed by witch from the depths of Hell ; 

Nurtured and suckled on breasts of hate; 

jWith no love in his heart at all 

For God, nor man, nor country, nor home; 

[Who'd make the world tremble in fear, 

!At last had found, after many years, 

Human monster to fill the bill, 

"Wfhose ancestors fought 'round the hills of Eom^e 

3VhiIe the Romans raped the Sabines. 

THE ARRAIGNMENT > . 

^ - Thus hist'ry doth but repeat itself, : 

Tor spirit of Romulus found 
Creature at last his purpose to serve, 
Eut exceeding his v^ildest dreams. 
3^0 that body his spirit gave life, -.--^ 

Page Twenty Four .:.-.... ^^_,..^^ 



OR THE REINCARNATION OF ROMULUS 
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And it waxed both cruel and strong, 
Till it's pulse today world 'round is felt 
And Satan 's ashamed of his own. 

The Sabine Women were raped, 'tis true, 
But with a high purpose 'twas done— 
They were given homes — made honored wives 
And their children nutured with care, 
Lest the race should die and pow'r of Rome 
Should mi an untimely grave. 
Could Romulus now see work he's wrought, 
His bones would turn o'er in the tomb. 

« * * * ' 

THE CHARGE 

Ne'er yet had the Belgians so prospered ; 
Ne'er yet had their cup been so full ; 
At peace with the world as a nation; 
Well content with the blessings they had. 
They honored King Albert, who ruled ihem 

Page Twenty Five-- ^. 



..-TEE RAPS OF T H E B E L G I A I^^ S 
liOJilio: • . . --. . :. '^^ ' '■■" ^:i;ii;;;i;i!!iiiii!i!iit 

And loved both their home and their flag. 

Nor sought they to wrong each the other ; 
They dream'd of nor conquest nor war; 
■•They followed the arts of the peaceful, 
Yet wisely were always prepared 
To resist an hostile invasion — 
Each man was a soldier well trained. 

Tho fear of invasion they knew not, ■§ 

With natioiis on all sides they'd mads 
A peace pact — a promise — a treaty, 
That neutral they'd always remain *; 

No matter what struggles around them 
Were brot by the passing of time. 

But sudden their bright sky was clouded 
By Satan's ov/n spawn in the flesh. 
The treaties he called ''scraps of paper'^ — 
They must forfeit honor or fight. 
JSfor waited he yet on their ansv/er — .. 

Page Twenty Six 



CRTHEEEII::' "" F EOMULUS 

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This "ten horn-ed beast" from "the book/^ 
But quickly his armies' threw forward — 
^nies opened the -gates from inside — 
. :A not only soldiers he slaughtered, 
He wrought -the unpard'nable sin;- 
Blasphemed he the Holy of HoMes, 
Saying "God 's his partner'' in crime. 

Fathers he tore from their famille? — 
Deported to slave f cr the ITim ; 
Children he 's torn from tbe mother's breast — 
A poor mangled bod3/ cast back; 
Sacred motherhood, heavy with child 
Foul fiends have ripp'd up with a laugh 
Lest they bear ^ons this outrage who 'd 'venge 
Of their land, their parents and homjes. 
Nor stopped they at all at these horrors; 
Slimy spawn of Hell's foulest of fiends — 
The3^ ravished the land's fairest maidens — 

Pa,'3:s Twenty Seve^.i ; 



THE RAPE OF THE BELGIANS 

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Not one man, but whole compauies — corps. 
Into front line trenches they took them^ — 
Chaine.d there, for brutes' use at their will, 
'Neath shrieks and shells, shrapnel and wounded — 
Mad with lust — excess knew no bounds. 

Hell's outpouring years has continued. 
'The beast/' in the form of a man, 
Has not only i*avished the maidens ; 
Ripp'd up mothers heavy v/ith child; 
Maimed and murdered innocent children; 
Burned cities; has razed temples old; 
Sunk hospital ships; fired on Red Cross; 
Crucifiction's torture revived; 
Sunk passenger ships without warning; 
From air bombed unfortified towns; 
Liquid fire, poison gas — there's naught left 
Of horror that He has not used — 
'^itch cauldron and Hell, both he's gutted; -i 

Page Twenty Eight 



OR THE REINCARNATION OF ROMULUS 

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The wrath of them both he has spent. 
He'd lower the status of women 
To brood stock, for sons they can raise; 
His officers licensed as stud stock — 
Sent them forth o'er the country to breed; 
All women they reach to impregnate 
With spawn of his Devil's own brood. t 

A LOOK INTO THE FUTURE 

But one thing this fiend m^ost Satanic 
In looks and in actions as well, 

H^as forgot, in his scheme so Hellish — ; 

Twill prove his undoing at last ; 
Forgot that the hard of the mkDther, 
While rocking the cradle all day, ' 

Molds the mind as well as the body; 
That children begotten of slaves 
Will in time master's strength far outgrow. 

Thus builds he but to his undoing; f 

Page Twenty Nine ,=■ 



THE ' -F. .\ P F OF T I- 1 E ' BE L-"C- " A " N R' 
' _ iiiljIiiliiiilijJil'lUJIiiijj:;.. ■ ■ ,' " 

Eliispheniii^g- alike Gcd and man. 

"5 of wrath Ms foundation: 
r:.o j-i Q^ics to the depth;^ hell return, 
"T •-;iing the words of the prophet — ' 
^ t tliou snwest was, sjnd is not- — " 
"Tiia CUT) &he hath filled, to ber double—" 
TVe'll measore-it full to the brim. 

THE MESOLUTION 

The whole world is fighting for fre'cdom' 
From throttling grasp of the Kun — 
Ail earth's manhood, stung into action, 
Na'er can 'venge the nioans that were wrung 
From; poor Belgium's Women and children, 
Say nothing of Italy, France, 
Ericain, Russia, of our own country, 
Japan or the rest of the world. 

His spies have infested all Russia; 

Paire Tn! rtv 



OR THE REINCARNATION OF ROMULUS 

They've evei] got over in France, 

While here in our midst they are thicker 

Than v-;e have idea as yet. 

The havG€ they'd wreak on our ccuntiy, 

Once dyJ the mastery gain, 

'Would make rape of France aiid of Eelgium, 

€t even the history of Rome, 

Fade av^'ay until they were nothing; 

^Two^ld quick ©I the woiM END THIS AGE. 

So shouJdrr to' shoulder we'll march on 
''Till '*bea,st with ten horns" is destroyed; 
''Till the wor-d 's safe once more to live m; 
*TiH right ,^hall be stronger than might; 
''Tiil honor of women 's respected ; ; 

'Till "Kiiltiir*' FiO longer doth thrive . 

Untfl Belgram's honor ^s rewarded — 
Her martyrdom saved the whole world — 
We can r.ot rheathe the swcid with honor; 

Fa-rs Tliirty One 



THE RAPE OF THE BELGIANS 

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'Thout honor 'twere better to die. 

For, ''honor thj^ father and mother/' 
We could not obey and hang back ; 
'Twould be our wives, daughters and sweethearts 
The Hun would be ravishing next ; 
Oor children the brutes would be maiming; 
Our mothers when heavy with child 
Foul fiends Would rip up lest they bear sons; 
Our cities they'd raze to the ground. 

So let there be never a slacker 
'Neatli flag of the ''Hoir^e of the Fi-ee.'^ 
V/e'll fight, to the last man and dollar. 
And DIE, 'ere to Hun v/e'll submit, 

SUBMISSION DEFINED 

To submit meaas civilization 
Goes backward for thousands of years. 

To time Ancient Rome was founded, ■ • 

When ''Romulus raped the Sabines." 

Page Thirty Two 



OR THE REINCARNATION OF ROMULUS 

1llllllllllllillllllllllillllllillililllilllllllllllllillllllllllllllllliillllIII[||l!IIIIIIIIIIH 

We'd return to the middle ages; 
Christianity quick would fade, 
And ambition of ancient Roman 
To be "RomMlus, King o' th' World," 
'Tho he lived two lives to encompass. 
Would ring down the halls of all time 
As fruited long after the blossom 
Had lost both its beauty and strength. 

Thus words of the prophesy spoken 
By St. John the Baptist, of old. 
Are brot to our minds fresher daily, 
And ''Romulus liveth again." 

Tho of old he raped neighbor womien, 
That Rome m^ight continue to live, 
He 's re-incarnated much bolder — 
He would rape the whole world today. 

But think not 'tis the German people — 
With blonde hair, blue eyes, tender, true, 

Pcge Thirty Three 



THE RAPE OF THE BELGIANS 

ltin!ltEI[[!i[[[E[!f!lllf|[illlilll!l[llilil!!!li!!i!l[il!!:iiu^ 

That thus we are boldly accusing ; 

'Tis but the unspeakable HUN ! 

The Prussian, whose lust for world power, 

So he doth accomplish his end, 

€ounts not human life, human suffering — 

Recks not of the ruin he's wrought. 

J THE SENTENCE 

Tis he and his horde of whoremongers 
^'O'er whom vials of wrath shall pour" 
'Till not one lone man is left living; 
*His seed shall be utterly lost;" 
But hold! mere death is too mild a form 
Hun's horrible sins to requite; 
A LIVING DEATH is more fitting way 
To repay his horrible crimes — 
Example set, lest in future years, 

, Page Thirty Four 



OR THE REINCARNATION OF ROMULUS^ 

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When the world is peaceful again, 
Another fiend spewed from, won^b of Hell, 
Should prove to his spirit contain. ^'^ 

Tho ''all his seed shall utterly die," . \ , 

Let his fate a warning still sound, -^.^ 

Lest spirit seek to return again 
And still greater horrors commit. :^j 

Let him live, but live as an eunuch, ? " 

Unsexed and unhonored of m.en — ^ 

Tho mingling freely among them. 
Despised by the women^ — not feared; 
Thus only let these fiendish monsters 
Allowed be on earth to remain. 






Page Thirty Five 



NEW WAR SONGS 

AND 

OTHER POEMS 



MARCHING ON TO BERLIN! f 

(Tune — Tramp, Tramp, Tramp) 

I i 

Now the cruel war is on 

Arid it never will be done 
While a German flag is flaunted to the breeze; 

For the Kaiser's haughty boast, 

And his mighty, well trained host — 
Their unv/arlike acts our blocd did fairly freeze; 
So we're — 

Chorus ; 

Marching, Marching on to Berlin, 
Cheering as we swing along; 
And beneath the Allies' flags — 
Even tho they're shot to rags — 

We will face the German cannon with a 
song. 



NEW; Wi A R SONGS 

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II 

Bear and Lion side by side 
With the Cock now proudly stride 
As they march the Belgians cruel wrongs to right; 
Italy the land of song 
Also helps undo the wrong 
Even Uncle Samj at last is forced to fight. : | 

So we're — 

Chorus 

III 

Now that Uncle Sam's gone in 

Germans sure can never win 
Little Cuba, too wlill try to do her share ; 

And the war ntad Beast at last 

Will find that he's hard and fast 
In the clutches of an angry grizzly bear. 

So then — ! ; 

Page Forty £. ■....,.. •■Vvi;:^-;^:-;' 



AND OTHER POEMS 

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Second Chorus 
I List, list, list, the boys are marching 

' Cheer up comrades, here we come 

Uncle Sam could stand no mpre 
Now we'll even up the score 
Soon we'll whip the Kaiser and be march- 
ing home. 
IV 
From far India's coral strand; 
FYom Autralia's distant land; 
?'rom Ireland, Scotland, Wales the Shetlands, too; 
From Afric's southern zone; 
From the Yukon's northern home ; 
Prom New Zealand and all Canada, they flew!. 
And they're 

First Chorus 
VIII 
While our brave boys go to war 
We at home will do our share — 

Page Forty One 



N E W Vv! A R SONGS 
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V 

Now the Eagle side by side 

With the Cock doth proudly stride, 
And they soon the Belgians cruel wrongs will right t 

'Till when at last the war is done 

And the last fierce battle w^on, 

The Prussians' sun will sink clear out of sight. 

So then— : 

Second Chorus 

VI 
From the distant Phillipines, 
From Alaska's golden mines, 
From the Virgin Isles and even Panama ; 
From the North and from the South, 
East and ¥/est, there 's but one mouth — 
Woodrow Wilson speaks — the whole world cries-. 
''Hurrah !" 

So then 

Chorus 

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AND OTHER POEMS 

ntlttiiitll![tt[nt[lttllillllt[lilllll[itll!tlll!!l!!I[||l!llli!lli![[iliiilililll^ 

VII 

When at last the tyrant 's crushed, ,,:i 

And the battle's roar is hushed, 
And no German flag insults the morning air; 
May they then march home once more. 
Nevermore to go to war — 
.And the sun of "World Peace" rise, both bright and 
fair. 
For we're 

Chorus 

So then 

Second Chorus 

NOTE — ISiibstit\:te the vrords "They're" and ''They" fc-r the 
words '''W';e're" and ''W-e'' in the cherts of the third and 
fourth verses, singing a triple choiiis on the last verse. 

Ccpyiight, Canada, 1914, >y W. R. Smith. 

Registered, Stationer's Kail, Lcndcn, E. S., 1914. 

Canadian and British Copyrights do not cover verses 3, 5, 6, 7. 

Additional vei'se to be used as desired. 

Page Forty Three 



NEW WAR SONGS 

ItlllUUIIIIIIIIIIIIIllilllilillllllllllllllllllllllllllilllllilllllllillllllillllllllllllllilllillllllilH^ 

We'll protect them with a breastwork made of goldjj 

When he hears our money holler; 

Both the rich and poor man's dollar; 
Kaiser Bill will wish he had not been so bold. 
For we're 

Third Chorus 

* - 1 

Marching, m;arching on to Berlin; 1 

Men and money side by side. 
Full one hundred milion strong, 
Backed by Hundred-Billion Long, i 

Soon upon the fence will hang the Kaiser's hide. 

IX 

For the banner of the free — 
Honor'd flag of Liberty — 
We will raise an Hundred Billion, if need be 
To protect our fathers, sons. 
Who go forth to fight the Huns — 

Page Forty Four .u:..„ 



AND OTHER POEMS 

«iiiiiiiiiiiiiiniiuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii"iiiii"iii""""»n"ii"^ 

Gladly loan our dollars, all, for Liberty. 
For they're 

Chorus 

Marching, marching on to Berlin ; 
For their hom<es and flag they'll dje— 
And it never shall be said 
That our soldiers fought and bled 
While we parted with our dollars with a sigh. 



Page Forty Five 



IVItEN UNCLE SAM GOES CALLING ON THE 
KAISER 

Blow the bugle once again, weYe fighting for the 

right; 
Fighting ^ we ne'er yet fought, against a tyrant's 

n?f ght ; 
Flighting lest our homes and lov'd ones fall neath des- 
pot's blight ; 
That's why we're calling on the Kaiser. 

Chorus 
Hurrah! Hurrah! We'll get the Kaiser's goaV. 
We'll make him wish he ne'er had seen 
'*U-boat— " 
:i3ver will he curse the day he set the first afloat 
When Sammy calls upon the Kaiser. 
II 

-It's not so far to Berlin that we'll not get there and 
back 



AND OTHER POEMS 
lllIlll!ill!!llllllilll!lll!i!!II!l!l!l!t!i!III[ll!l!ll!!!!!!lil!lll!lI!lll!lillilu^ 

We'll do it too in record time, now that we're on th^ 

track 
Of Willie Hohenzollern and his Prussian eagle black, 
So now we're calling on the Kaiser. 
Ill 
Uncle Sam a duty has ; the way to it is plain. 
The daty isn't pleasant — 'tv/ill be wrought with .grief 

and pain ; 
This old v/orld must be made safe to live in once 
again ; 
That's why we're calling on the Kaiser. 
Chorus 
IV 
This good old tune was sung before by fifty thousand 

iriQU — 
When we get to Berlin we will sing it once again ; 
Tho the chorus will be sung by hundred million, when 
Uncle Sam goes calling on the Kaiser. 
Chorus 

Pa^e Forty Seven 



A MOTHER'S PRAYER 

My boy has gone over the ocean; 

With others he*s gone o'er the sea 
To face German bayonets and cannon ; 
To fight for the country — and mie. 

Our country has need of her bravest; 

Our country has need of them all; 
So I gave up the son that Thou gavest 
To answer to that country's call. 

Oh! God, in the thick of the battle, 
When bravely he's facing the fray, 

'Mid the deafening roar and the rattle, 
Wilt Thou protect him, I pray. 



AND OTHER POEMS 

niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii^ 

I gave up the son that Thou gavest 
In answer to his country's call, 

And I pray God to pity the Bravest — 
The Mother, who gives up her all. 

His heart and his country wtere calling. 
And bravely he fared forth to fight. 

Where death's mfissles thickly are flying; 
Far from a fond mother's sight. 

If he dies, wilt Thou comfort the lonely. 
Sad lot, that I thenceforth mjust face. 

For he was my all, and the only 
Hope left for me now is Thy Grace. 

NOTE — May be sung to tune of "My Bonnie." 



Page Forty Nine 



Oda to "ME UNDT GOTT." 

A Reveria 

Copyright Canada, 1914 by W. R. Smith 
Reg. Stationers' Hall, London, E. S., 1914 by \V. R. Smith. 

O'er the erstwhile pleasant fields of little Belgium, 

Where the children's happy laughter rang all 

day, 

And in quaint old towns and cities, sounds the war 

drum. 

While the husbands, fathers, brothers march 

away — 

To fight — if need be, die — but stop the German, 

Lest o'er mothers' wives and sisters he should 

sway 

His "military rule,'" the curse of freemen. 

Enslaving all, the young, the old and gray. 

A few months past and he was *'our good neighbor,'^ 

With promises, like pie crust, made to break ; 



NEW WAR SONGS 

WtmilHlitlllltlHiiH^^ 

But when it suits a war lord's idle favor, 

He cares not, though a million hearts may ache; 

Though wailing infants call in vain for father; 

Though temples old, and filled with priceless 
treasure, 
Are razed and ruined, ne'er to rise again. 

When foiled he wreaks his spite on non-combatants, 
And nxiims the child that dares its voice to 
raise. 
He levies tax on peaceable inhabitants. 

And threatens — yes, does — set their town 
ablaze. 
On Red Cross flags ha has no hesitation 

At training guns and shelling nurse and 
maimed ; 
And then he wonders why another nation 

Should think that HE could possibly be blamed. 

J. Page Fifty One 



new; war songs 

llilillllllllillllllllllllltllllllllllllllllllliUlililllllillllllllllllllllllllllllllllliilllillllll^ 

I s'pose he thinks that when the war is over 

And countless millions— by his stern command- 
Have yielded lives, wealth, all, nor dared to cover 

Aught of the suffering throughout the land; 
That when, in turn, he*s called to face the Master, 

He'll find a seat high up, at God's right hand ; 
But first Saint Peter'll bid him "travel faster," 

And e'en the Devil won't disgrace his band. 

An outcast then he'll be from Heaven, Earth and 
Hell; 

Then "Me undt Gott" will sure be feeling swell. 
No place there is in earth, or sky, or sea, 

Where "Welcome Home" is writ for such as he ; 
But, doomed to wander all eternity through space. 

When even Hell's worst devils shun his face, 
At last, in this small measure, he'll repay 

The Awful horrors he has caused today. 

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TM DER KAISER 

(Tune— "Pm the Man that WVote Ta-Ra-Ra, Boom-de-ay.") 

Copyright Canada, 1914 by W. R. Smith 
Reg. Stationers' Hall, London, E. S., 1914 by W[. R. Smith. 

"I'm the man that set the whole vorld by the ears 
'Till the rifers all ran salty mit der tears; 
"I'm der House of Hohenzollem, 
"At whom! all der vorld is hollerin' ; 
'Tm der Kaiser, undt you'd better haf your fears." 

"I vill make der whole vorld sorry that I am'; 
''After dis bunch I vill tackle Uncle Sam ; 

"I vill m^ke der vorldt see redt; 

"They'll be gladt ven I am deadt; 
"I'm der Kaiser — Gif to ME der grandt salaam!" 
"My throne vill soon be notings but a stool ; 
"I susbect dot I haf made meinself a fool : 

"I haf set der vorld agog 

"Ofer nodings but a dog: 
"I've been stubborn as an old time army mule." 

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RALLY 'ROUND THE FLAGS 

Copyright Canada, 1914 by W. R. Smith 
Jleg. Stationers' Hall, London, E. S., 1914 by W, R. Smith. 

Come rally 'round the flags, boys; come rally once 
again ; 
We m.ust force back that line of Germans. 
We're fighting for the honor of a flag v/ithout a 
stain, 
And for the freedom of poor Belgium. 

Chorus 

The Allies forever, hurrah, boys, hurrah! 

Down with the German, up v/ith the Cross, 
And y/e'll rally 'round the flags, boys, yes, rally 
once again. 
And keep fighting till we whip the 
Germans. 



AND OTHER POEMS 
i:n![ntiIII[[!i!linillH!!ll!!l!niinEi;ili;ii!!l!l!!ii!llilI!i!Ill!li!!l!^ 

V/e're hemmed in right and hemmJed in left, with 
Germans all around, 
But still our battalions never v/aver; 
And ill hollow square formation still dispute each 
inch of ground, 
For Belgium surely looks to us to save her. 

Chorus 

When the war is over v/e will march back home 
once more. 
Waving our battle flags on high, sir, 
V/e'll march then v/ith a prouder step than e'er we 
had before — 
¥/hen v.^e have whipped the German Kaiser. 

Chorus 



NOTE— Siii^ second line of chorus, "Up With the Stars/' 
Chorus originally written for Canadian and British soldiers. 

Pag-e Fifty Five 



THE BURNING OF LOUVAIN 

Over peaceful town and village 

War has desolation sown,; 
Havoc, death, destruction, pillage, 

Since the dove of peace has flown. 
Since the cruel-hearted Germans 

Made our land a living Hell, 
It has seemed as though all humans 

Suffered more than tongue could tell. 

On the German hordes came marching, 
Crushing all 'neath iron heel. 

Though our soldiers, ere departing. 

Fought them, hand to hand, with steei. 

When our troops could fight no longer, 
(Thinking thus our hom^s to save) 



AND OTHER POEMS 

llllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllilllllllllllllllllllll""'"'""'"""'"^ 

As the German arms were stronger, 

To them, then, the town they gnve. ^ 

■^ Left behind their homes and treasures- 
Thought the victors would be fair: 

When peace came, once more hfe's pleasures 
They'd enjoy together there. 

But the German, flushed with vic'try; 
Mad with lust to burn and kill ; 

Maimed our children— sad the story- 
Burned **the City on the Hill." ^^_^ 

Children vainly cry for father; 

Nlevern^ore will he return. 
Sister said farewell to brother 

Ere the town began to burn. 
Now our city lies in ashes. 

Ne'er to be restored again: 
Sacred dead, through whose closed lashes 

Eyes will ne'er see fair Louvain. 

Page Fifty Seven 



NEW WAR SONGS 

But staunch Allies rushed to 'venge her: 

Heedless they of cost or pain. 
World is shocked at ruthless slaughter 

And destruction of Louvain, 
Lion shakes his mane in anger; i 

Cock struts proudly, spurs agleam; 
Bear is grov/ling, ''Ware o' danger" ; 

Soon they'll reach historic stream. 

: Germans then long score must settle — 

Settlement can ne'er restore; 
But our Allies' honest mettle 

Soon must end this cruel war. '■ 

When at last the War is over — 

Though with Vict'ry dearly won, 
Peace and love will soon be blended 

Darkest hours to shining sun. 



Page Fifty Eight 



I 



MEN WANTED— MEN! 

Men Wanted — MEN! The cry resounds 
From North to South, from East to West. 
Thru-out the whole wide world today 
The call goes up for Manly Men ! 
Men with the nerve to do and dare; 
Men whom nor price nor bribe can reach — 
Not great of stature, but of mind 
Great as earth yet has e'er produc'd. 
Men who can calm the raging flood 
Of blood-mad Europe's awful wars — 
Men who in legislative hall 
Will dare the Money King defy ; 
Whose sole ambition is to serve 
Their fellow man as best they mi^y — 
For Honest Men, who dare to think, 



NEW? WAR SONGS 

lllllllillillllllllllllllllllllllllllilllllllllllllillllllllilllllllllllltllllllllllllllllH 

And, thinking, also dare to Act — 

Whom no man can intimidate ' 

Tho even Hell itself should yawn; 

Who hold the honor of their word 

Of value, miore than sacks of gold — 

Men who have not gone money mad; 

Hold life but cheap at honor's side — ■; 

Men with the nerve to stand alone; 

Who rather right than king would be — 

Men with a punch, with ginger, vim; 

Who'll make things hum on ev'ry line — 

Men who will dare new paths to tread; 

Who'll level mountains, rivers chain; 

Link seas together, pierce the sky; 

Lay bare the ocean's deepest depth — 

Whose aims are high, whose thots are pure; 

Men who can soothe the hour of pain, 

Or croon a restless babe to sleep; 

Page Sixty 






AND OTHER POEMS 

Willlllllilllllllllllllllllillllllllllliilllilllliillllllllllllllillllllllilillill 

Men who love women, horses, dogs. 

To whom all children run and cling ; 

Men who will Fight, if need be Die. 

Where woman's honor is at stake, 

Y et not ashamed to shed a tear 

Of sympathy at real distress; 

Who honor women, love their home; 

For Mighty and for Gentle MEN! 

For Men who dare to think new thots ; 

Men who will dare reach out and grasp 

New things from out the great unknown- 

And bring them, down within our reach — 

Men with the power to create ; 

Men who have brain and brawn and thew ; 

Men who will venture far afield 

And deem that they are well repaid 

If to humanity they bring 

One thing that's new — of benefit — 

Page Sixty One 



new;! v/'ar songs 

Ilillilllli[illillliili!lliil!ll!illlllll!illlll!!l!l!llllilill!!llllillllllll!l[ti1!l^^ 

That saves a life, or cheapens cost 
Of living, in these times of stress ; 
Enables man to compass more; 
Yet better to his home defend. 

For such as these let trumpets blare; 
Go sound the tocsin, fire the gun, 
Nor fear that yet his brain will boil 
With madness from the lust for pow'r; 
That he will build but to destroy ; 
Tho such are rare, they're pure as snow. 

It has been said there are none such ; 
That all men on this earth today 
Have each a price at which they'll sell; 
That honor's now a thing unknown; 
That world's gone mad with greed of gold. 

Yet while of many this be true 
Did they their lust for power sate ; j 

They'd sink a ship, derail a train, 

Page Sixty Tv/o 



AND OTHER POEMS 

]!l!!llllll!l!lili!ll!l!iii!!l!!li![l!!!![l!lli!lll!l[!!l[tlllf!!!!ll!!li!i!illlli^ 

Break all laws or wreck a nation, 

Destroy a home or sell a slave, 

We've still among us Manly Men; 

But such are modest, do not seek 

An office for emolument, ^ ' 

Nor push themselves up to the front — ' ' 

But rather seek a lowly place ; 

At honest labor daily toil. 

For such as these let call go forth ! 
Go search them out from, ev'ry land ; 
Then, v^hen you find them, place them high 
And quell this madness o'er the world. 

Go hang the sign on ev'ry post; 
In shop, in fact'ry, ofP.ce, store. 
In ev'ry land, o'er all the seas, 
The v/orld has need of Men today — 

Go post the sign — Men Wanted— P4EN! 



Page Sixty Three 



WELCOME HOME 

Written for the Reception tendered the Oregon National 

Guard on their return from Mexico. 

TUNE— "When Johnnie Comes Marching Home." 



The boys have come home from Mexico, 

So we'll give them the glad hand ; 
Not one of them funked on word to go, 

At bat not one of 'em faun'd. 
For months they've endured th' misery 

And the hardships of camp life — 
Their welcome now is not flattery, 

For mjany a one has a wife : 
And kiddies, perhaps, besides, to love, 

To shelter — if need be die — 



AND OTHER POEMS 

.|llIlilllllll!lllIllllilllIll[ii!!ii!lll!!iilllJllillllll[!ii!i!llilll!!l[illiB^ 

So ansv/ered at once the call to rove 

To fields where the bullets fly. 
Many a one was an only son, 

Pride of a mother's heart, 
Still answered bugle call on th' run, 

Determined to do his part. 
Then welcome home to the boys in blue ; 

The boys in the olive drab — 
Give them our best — girls 'tis up to you 

Each one a soldier to grab. 
Let this be a time he'll ne'er forget 

When his country calls for men, 
So that he will fight still better yet 

For home and Oregon then 

Then here's again to the boys in blue. 

And the boys in the olive drab ; 
Willing to die for the flag they flew, 

And sleep unmarked by a slab. 

Page Sixty Five 



NEWi WAR SONGS 

iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin 

No need to blush for a maiden's kiss 
If she in such arms doth he. 

Our country has need of men like this, 
Who're ready to do or die — 

Our heroes bold are worth mor'e than gold ! 
Without such we'd have no home ! 

Let no one turn them a shoulder cold 
Or force them again to roam^. 

The old job's waiting for them today, 
Or a new one, better still; 

They've done their part and they've earned their 
pay- 
Three cheers ! they're back ! all's well ! 



Page Sixty Six 



I 



OREGON AT THE FRONT 

Written for the I?eception of the Oregon National Guard on 
their return from Mexico. 

We've just got back from Mexico, 

Where we've been for a year 
Pert end in' we wus amigo 

Which peons thot was queer; 
Because to come down there with guns 

An' all rig'd out for war, 
Somehow alter'd their conceptions 

An' seem,'d to make them sore. 

II 

Now we've eaten their tortillas 1 

An' tasted their mescal I 

An' we're fed up on frijoles, . 1 



NEW; WAR SONGS 

nifll!lllllllllllil!illll!IIIIIIIIIilii!l!l!!i!i!il!ii!!!i!I!!;i!i!!liSlil!li!!i!^ 

But haven't seen a gal 
Among all their senoritas 

We wanted for a pal, 
An' we're sick of san' an' cactus, 

Plumb tired of it all. 

Ill 

An' if it wasn't san', 'twas mud — 

Away up to your knees. 
An' when it wasn't boiling hot 

It stuck to your puttees 
Until your feet each v/eighed a ton. 

An' then you'd wish for rain 
To come an' thin it down again 

An' spread it o'er th' plain. 

IV 
So what with watchin' all th' day 
Fer snipers in th' trees 
Page Sixty Eight 



AND OTHER POEMS 

An' standin' guard at night — I say, 
We didn't have much ease. 

So when the order came to break 
Our camp, an' hit th' trail 

It didn't m.any hours take 
Till we were under sail. 



V 
An' now at ^■^^t we're hom^e once more 

In good ol' Oregon, 
We hope we ne'er see foreign shore 

An' least of all, th' Don. 
Our home look mighty good to us — 

On m.ountain or on plain — 
An' ne'er again we'll make a fuss 
O'er greasers that are slain. 
VI 
They can hav their prickly cactus 
An' red hot sands as well — 

Page Sixty Nine 



NEW WAR SONGS 



Old Oregon will do for us, 
\Vhile Mexico is — well, 

It isn't just th' place we'd pick 
To make our camp for life. 

With revolutions 'round so thick 
And startling rumJors rife. 

VII 

So farewell to Pancho Villa 

And aP his robber bands. 
Hacienda, country villa; 

To sunny Southern lands ; 
To th' dark eyed senoritas 

With lang'rous Southern grace; 
Witching amigo chiquitas 

With ever smiling face. 

VII 
Also farewell to th' t'rant'lers 
And other pests as well ; 
Page Seventy 



AND OTHER POEMS 

|lllllililllllllllllllllilli!lllllllli!IIIlllllililll!li!llili!ilillllll!illllllillH^ 

Snakes an' centipedes an' panthers, 
That make your Kfe a hell. 

You couldn't either eat or sleep 
But what some pesky bug 

Would drop in grub or o'er you creep — 
Go swimming in your mug. 

IX 
So glad we are once more to sit 

Beneath our vine and tree; 

And altho we have done our bit 

We'll always ready be 
To answer to our country's call — 

Defend that Grand Old Flag 
Tho stout or slim, tho short or tall. 

Not one of us will lag. 



Page Seventy One 



SONS OF ONE FLAG 

Inspired by the remarks of a Jew in a crowd in front of one 

of the Portland newspaper offices on the day the 

U. S. Severed Relations with Germany. 

February 3rd, 1917. 

In a surging crowd in a city street 
Stood a man of a race despised. 
There were wild war rumors abroad that day 
And the crowd was hungry for news. 

At last in the window they watched, appeared 
A bulletin, short and terse ; 
And it told of a country's overt acts — 
Told of friendship's bonds destroyed ; 
It said our ambassador was recalled 
And that theirs' had been dismissed. 



AND OTHER POEMS 

Mllli;illII!lll!l!llilll!!l!ll!!llll!!ll!!lllll!!!!!lll!ll!l[!!lll![!l!llll!!llll!!H^ 

It told how our nation had reached the end 
Of patience and now must fight, 
Unless the offender should cease to kill 
Our neutral sailors at sea — 
Live up to the international laws 
Re neutrals in time of war. 

In silence that crowd the bulletin read ; 
A silence that could be felt ; 
And then men looked in e?> h other's eyes, 
To see if each felt the shod". 

The m;an of the race ur "ustly despised 
Sure read them a lesson th t day- 
While som.e just gasped at t -e horrors of war 
That so blackly loom.ed o'er the sky ; 
Mutt'rings arose in the crc" 'd here and there, 
And some look'd at him w' h contempt, 
As tho to be here they'd ay stion his right — 
For was not his **a race des- Ised" — 
But first to find voice in th> b mutt'ring throng, 

Page Seventy Thiee 



NEW WAR SONGS 

*lli!lllllllil!ll!l!lll!lil[|l!llli;il![lliliiltillilli!llltll!!il!ii!lillil 

Was the JeWs — and he thrilled them all. 

**rm a Jev/," he said, ''but if Uncle Sam 
*'Is in need of men today, 
*'I am ready to go and do my part 
''Neath the flag of the Stripes and Stars. 
''When I came to your country, sore oppressed, 
''With little of worldly goods, 
*'I was given shelter and wealth have gained, 
"And 'this is MY COUNTRY NOW!'" 

Men iook'd in awed silence to see who spoke — 
Then looked in each others' eyes — 
Then looked again, but he'd slipp'd away 
'Midst the gath'ring throng that sought, 
In awe stricken silence, some scrap of news 
That would clear their minds of doubt. 

This may not be m|Uch, but it goes to show 
That we're all Americans here. 
Whether Gentile or Jew, Italian, Dutch, 
Norwegian or Swede, French descent. 
Page Seventy Four 



AND OTHER POEMS 

Flag we've adopted — has adopted us — 
We're now men of One Race — ONE FLAG. 

So no longer look down on one who speaks 
With accent that tells of his birth ; 
For all of us sprung at no ancient date, 
From some of those same foreign lands. 
We're men of one country — men of one flag — 
No matter from whence we have sprung ; 
If each does his duty well as that Jew, 
His birth makes no difference here. 
We're all of us nephews of Uncle Sam 
If we're loyai to flag that waves 
Round the world today, the emblem of truth, 
Of honor, to shelter oppress'd. 

'Neath oppression's dark sway that flag was born ; 
For honor and justice today 

It waves 'round th' world — where're you were born, 
Asks but that true MAN you remain. 
So whether you're Greek, Turk, Egyptian, Dutch, 

Page Seventy Five 



NEW WAR SONGS 

'qillllllllllllllllllllllllli;il!l!llllllllllllllllllll!llllllllllll!ll!I!;illlllllllllllil!H^ 

Scotch, Irish, Norwegian or Swede, 

It isn't the place you were born that counts, 

Or what your ancestry has been: 

Long as we're MEN in true sene of the word, 

We're all of us SONS OF ONE FLAG ! 



Page Seventy Six 



YOUR STATE AND xMINE— OUR OREGON 

Copyright 1917 by W. R. Smith, Myrtle Point, Oregon 



Our country calls for men to fight; 
To help maintain the truth and right; 

To keep her banner on the seas, 

And bring the Kaiser to his knees; 
And we who live in Oregon, 
'Midst roses fair to look upon — 

We'll help maintain that State's fair 
name — 

Enroll a list that brooks no shame. 

With men enlisted to excess 

In each line country calls, I guess 



AND OTHER POEMS 

illlllllllllllllillllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllillllllllllllllliiillllllllllll^ 

The next best thing for us to do 
Would be to buy a bond or two ; 

Help swell the fund for Liberty; 

Help make our State a rarity. 

So men we sent and bonds we bought — 
Far more than '"Uncle" said we ought. 

Hjark ! There's a cry for Red Cross aid ; 

To suffering ease, when blood has paid 
The price of honor on the field 
Until the Kaiser's forced to yield. 

Tho men we've sent — tho bonds we've 
bought — 

Far more than "Uncle" said we ought, 
Old Oregon still holds her lead 
And always will, in time of need. 

Then here's a ho for Oregon! 
Whose men and money forth have gone 
Page Seventy Eight j 



NEW WAR SONGS 

lllllllllilillllllilllllllilllllll!lilll!llllllllll!i!Illlllllllllllil!l!IIIIilllllH 

With willing hearts — from cheerful 

hands — 
To fight the foe in foreign lands. 

To ease the wounded soldier's pain 

A Red Cross nurse — 'thout thot of gain 
We've help'd equip — we'll help maintain 
Until our boys come back again — 

To Oregon — their Oregon — 

Your State— and m^ine— OUR OREGON—- 
Nor yet forget the ones who've gone 
For Stars and Stripes — and Oregon. 



Page Seventy Nine 



